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genuinely love how people in Kotor 2 comment on your appearance so much during dark side runs.
especially Bahima who says "I hesitate to mention, but my people have marvelous ointments for your skin condition."
like if i saw someone who looked like me irl i would run, not tell them to moisturize 😭😭
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kreia is so insane to me because she approves of manipulating a man into killing himself but she doesnt approve of blowing up a mandalorian that lost a battle to a bunch of jungle creatures in a very comical "oh i wonder what this button does" way
personally i thought she would think the latter was hilarious
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Here it is! Enjoy!
#art#kotor#my art#kotor 2#atton#exile#bao dur#mira#visas#handmaiden/brianna#disciple/mical#kreia#canderous/mandalore#ebon hawk#dxun#animation#youtube#caramelldansen#meme
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Gharzr, also known as the Dxunian stalker, were one of the thousands of varied predators that inhabited the forested moon of Dxun. They were notable for their twin stinging tails and stealthy hunting tactics.
This Gharzr known as Kyr’mir happens to be Tal’karir’s life long companion. She found him as a cub in the forest of dxun before the slaughter of her clan. Together they make a fearsome team and with a battalion of clones following right behind them they create a formidable unit.
Kyr’mir is a combination of the word Kyr’am (death) and kemir (walk)
#star wars#the clone wars#clone troopers#felixoc#oc#mandalorian oc#mando oc#tal’karir#gharzr#dxun#battle cat
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Val’s History of the Jedi Part 3!
With the true Sith Empire hidden deep within the unknown regions (and not coming out for a while) we return our attention to the Jedi and their own internal struggles. For this part I’ll cover everything until the Mandalorian Wars.
Now this gets kinda complicated so get ready for a wild ride.
Six hundred years after the Great Hyperspace War in 4400 BBY Freedon Nadd, a former Jedi Padawan trained on Ossus who had renounced the Order and killed his master, before going to the heart of the Old Sith Empire seeking power, met Naga Sadow while exploring Yavin 4, where the man had spent his life after the Great Hyperspace War building massive temple complexes (the buildings the rebel alliance would call home five thousand years later in the original trilogy) and practicing his Sith Alchemy before eventually placing himself in suspended animation. After Nadd awoke the Dark Lord, Sadow took Nadd on as an apprentice and taught him the ways of the dark side, believing that together they would lead the Sith into a new golden age. Unfortunately for Sadow, Nadd did the same thing he’d done before, killed his master before going off on his own to attain more power, though this time he sought political power rather than Force power.
Deciding that he wanted a planet to call his own, Nadd used his considerable power in Sith Sorcery to conquer the planet Onderon, which he ruled over as king for over a hundred years. Once word of his rule over Onderon reached the Jedi they sent a team to kill Nadd, thinking this would end the threat. It did not.
The thing about Sith Lords is this: unlike Jedi who need to find complete harmony with the Force and understanding of themselves to retain their consciousness after death, Sith can do it much more easily using only spite and ego. It’s why their tomb world, Korriban, is so holy and also incredibly haunted. There’s one class storyline in SWTOR where you go around absorbing a ton of force ghosts of powerful Sith Lords from around the galaxy to get more powerful and it’s a wild ride. Also my favorite class to play.
Anyway, Freedon Nadd is dead. But his spirit lives on and his tomb is a focal point for dark side energy and his descendants are constantly going to him to learn Sith Sorcery and basically Onderon is still ruled by the Sith and the Jedi have no fuckin clue.
Leaving Onderon to stew in the dark side for a while, we go check in on the Jedi once again, only to find that, oh no! The Third Great Schism (never coulda seen that coming) has erupted in the 4250 BBY, only a century and a half after Nadd’s fall. Admittedly this Great Schism has less lasting consequences as the Dark Jedi were forced to flee and later annihilated themselves and the entire star system they were in, the Vultar System, trying to harness the power of an ancient device known as the Cosmic Turbine that was left behind by the Celestials after they retreated to Mortis.
Fast forward to 4000 BBY, and yet another team of Jedi are sent to Onderon, this time to settle the ongoing conflict known as the Beast Wars, which Nadd began during his reign. It’s this nearly never ending war between the Beast-Riders of the Jungle and the People of the Capital City of Iziz. Nomads vs civilized society basically. The Onderon arc in Clone Wars nods to it. Anyway. This time the Jedi sent are all Padawans, Ulic Qel-Droma, Cay Qel-Droma, and Tott Doneeta, apprenticed to Jedi Master Arca Jeth. The Padawans discover that the Onderon royal family are practitioners of the dark side and the Princess Galia was staring in “Romeo and Juliet but make it Star Wars” with the Beast-Rider leader, Oron Kira.
There’s drama, the Jedi Master who sent his Padawans into the mess, Arca Jeth, swooped in and saved the day, Galia and Oron ascended to the throne, the evil Queen Amanoa was defeated, the end!
Except it wasn’t over, because the Queen’s husband and Nadd’s decent and former pupil, Ommin was still alive, though retired. He managed to rally an NEW Naddist army, steal his wife’s remains and Nadd’s sarcophagus AND capture Master Jeth. Of course this only prompts the Republic and the Jedi to send more reinforcements who eventually overthrew Ommin, but not before Nadd gave two visiting nobles the spell books, artifacts, and Sith swords that they could use to learn the secrets of the Dark Side. Those nobles, Aleema Keto and Satal Keto, escaped back to their home system of Empress Teta.
Now, the Jedi learned their lesson this time, and sealed Nadd, Amanoa, and Ommin in a heavily fortified tomb on Onderon’s fourth moon, Dxun. Unfortunately for them, Nadd was still able to manifest outside the tomb wherever his former belongings ended up. So he left to teach the Keto cousins much about Sith Sorcery and leading them to create the Krath Cult. The Jedi had also, foolishly, brought some of the artifacts back to Ossus, allowing Nadd to appear before Padawan Ulic Qel-Droma to sow seeds of self doubt by prophesying his fall. When Ulic Qel-Droma, his master, and the other two Padawans are sent to Empress Teta to stop the growing Krath Cult Nadd’s prediction comes true after the death of Arca Jeth pushes Ulic to pursue vengeance by infiltrating the Krath Cult, is seduced by Aleema Keto, and eventually kills Lord Satal Keto and taking his place at Aleema Keto’s side.
During this, another young Jedi named Exar Kun grows curious and abandons his training in search of Nadd’s teachings. Proving Nadd’s tomb on Dxun not nearly as impenetrable as it was supposed to be, Kun meets Nadd’s spirit and learns from him, before finally, finally, killing the guy for good. Course then he heads to Yavin 4 to acquire more power just as Nadd had, before going to Empress Teta to defeat his potential rival, Ulic Qel-Droma. When the two duel they are stopped by the spirit of Marka Ragnos, just as Sadow was when first facing Ludo Kressh. Ragnos anoints both Kun and Qel-Droma Dark Lords of the Sith and bids them work together to restore the glory of the Sith. Thus the Great Sith War begins, lead by Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma, calling themselves the Brotherhood of the Sith.
I’m not going to go into every battle, it’s called the Great Sith War for a reason and all the details exist as the story was told in its entirety in comics. But suffice it to say that the war was devastating, the Sith and the Mandalorians ally after Qel-Droma defeated Mandalore the Indomitable, they conquered many planets, Qel-Droma was captured and returned to the light after he and his forces made it all the way to Coruscant before being routed. Mandalore the Indomitable was defeated on Dxun, and Exar Kun performed a ritual to sever his spirit from his body so the Republic and the Jedi would think him dead, intending to continue wreaking havoc across the galaxy, but only succeeded in trapping himself on Yavin 4.
In the end the Jedi and the republic won, but not without heavy losses. The Brotherhood of the Sith had succeeded in turning a fair few Jedi AND had caused a Supernova that devastated Ossus and forced the Jedi to relocate their main stronghold to Coruscant, as well as destroying all the records that had been kept there. (Kun did manage to snag some treasure before the energy blast got to Ossus and while the Jedi were panicking and evacuating.)
Anyway, moral of the story is: make sure your Sith are fully dead. Their ghosts can be more trouble than they were in life. Also… Marka Ragnos really likes interfering in duel from beyond the grave. Also also, there’s gotta be something wrong with the Jedi teachings if their best students keep falling so easily. I didn’t mention this earlier, but Freedon Nadd was actually a model Jedi and an absolute prodigy before the Jedi gave him a stupid hidden test that like basically shattered his confidence and trust in them. Seriously, the Jedi make all their own worst enemies. Really the Sith Empire would have 0 beef with the Jedi or the republic if the Jedi from the Second Great Schism didn’t come in and take over. And like, if they knew anything about mental health or did psychological testing before training people then a psychopath like Exar Kun never would’ve gotten so much power! Anyway, I digress. Next time I’ll be going over the Mandalorian Wars and the Jedi Civil War and do a brief overview of the Sith Civil War as well, so basically KOTOR 1 and 2. I already answered an ask about the Mandalorian Wars but I focused on the Mandalorian side so this time I’ll focus on the Jedi side.
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#star wars meta#star wars legends#star wars#star wars the old republic#history of the jedi#jedi order#the jedi order#freedon nadd#onderon#ulic qel droma#exar kun#sith#history of the sith#ossus#dxun
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i got to try dxun! it was tougher than i expected, but we got the clear with some helpful coaching from the group lead. :)
(at least wiping repeatedly on the final boss gave me plenty of chances to take good screenshots lmao)
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Let me take you back to 6.1 Back then, I was invited to be the main tank in a Nature of Progress HM Operations Group that had lost their tank just before. During the "Stair Boss" I had to go AFK for about 5 minutes and upon my return I was treated to an interesting and well-thought-through maneuver...
One of the members from the OPs Group later asked if someone had recorded this display of high-intelligence performance and edited the video into the format you're now watching. For me, this was a moment of, "Err, guys, I'm back. What did I miss… well, never mind."
For those who are unfamiliar with what's happening - you cannot drag a Mob with Boss immunity along with you into death, even if you have Grapple and Hydraulic Override activated ^^
#VeluVerse#SWTOR#Raiding in SWTOR#Sith Inquisitor#Nature of Progress#Dxun#Darkness Assassin#SinTank#POV#Shitpost#Big Brain Move#Things that happen#I think we died laughing - literally - the trash mobs killed us as nobody was able to push their buttons xD
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Do droids ponder moons of electric cheese?
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hey so for the character asks thing, what lead to your characterisation of cassus fett? also what got you interested in him initially?
oh BOY you have activated the Cassus Thoughts that are perpetually about half a millimeter below the surface of my brain. congrats! i never stop thinking about him!!! read-more because it got. um. long.
initially, he just kind of came to be because Revan needed an enemy to focus on that wasn't Mandalore himself, because i didn't want Revan and Mandalore meeting on the battlefield before, well, Malachor. honestly, a lot of his early characterization came from me looking at what Canderous said about the war in kotor (and k2 i guess. but i didn't play k2 until later lol) and going "...okay, this is a guy who's going to believe the same things, but he's also a strategist of Revan's caliber, and he's going to spend the entire war setting traps for her."
Mandalorian honor has always been the central part of his character for me! and the fun part was making all the war crimes fit within that framework. there's only one thing my Cassus holds more sacred than his honor, and that's his mand'alor, which creates some FASCINATING interactions with Revan when... he can order entire cities to be bombed, he can give the commands on Cathar and Serroco, he can and will use Alek to lure Revan into an impossible situation so she'll sacrifice her own men to save him! that's all fine! because, by the standards of the Mandalorians of his time, absolutely none of that is dishonorable!
he and Revan are very very much the same in many ways. and he knows this, and spends the entire three years of the war trying to get Revan to acknowledge it. and she does! finally! on Malachor, where she kills him in the first version of my kotor canon. a lot of that came from me talking with @azems-familiar; our Cassuses are effectively identical, and a lot of that early characterization came from me writing him as he is in my mando wars fic, and then Lee writing their mando wars fic and developing him even more, and it just kind of snowballed from there. they made him the initial Revan foil; my fic didn't quite get that far! (first draft, at least. it will be much more obvious when i edit it)
the second main aspect of his characterization is the loyalty, for which i entirely blame @tarrevizsla. they invented the initial characterization for Mandalore the Ultimate and it all went downhill from there, by which i mean they went "cassus/te ani'la" and the collective old republic hell server braincell activated to cement that forever into our worldview. it wasn't even on the horizon of my thoughts when i wrote bright burning. which is so funny to me now, because... it's so central to how i write Cassus! that loyalty is just as important, perhaps moreso, to him than his honor. in my timeline, he was twenty on Cathar, thirty-three at Malachor; he's spent most of his adult life in this war serving Mandalore, and most of that time as Field Marshal - and canonically, he was not only a genius tactician but hugely responsible for some of the most important changes the Mandalorians underwent at this point. and to do any of that, he had to have Mandalore's trust.
it's just so fascinating to me to explore this character who is barely mentioned in kotor (is he mentioned at all outside the flavor text of his armor and blaster??) but who had to have such a huge hand in shaping the war. he has some more appearances in the kotor comics, but the kotor comics are.... bad. they're very bad, and i ignore most of them. in that regard, his rank in my fics is a little different in practice to how it appeared in the comics; he is part of high command, but he's the only field marshal, not one of several (because... look. nothing about the ranks makes sense in canon, canon is fake, and Mandalore just handing out the position of marshal to a bunch of people to keep the piece makes no sense!!!).
that wasn't a deliberate rewriting of the comics, though. i figured out all the rank stuff for my universe way before i even touched the comics, which is why so much of my Mandalorian worldbuilding is just... vastly different. anything important i got from wookieepedia. again: the comics are fake, and if i don't look at them they don't exist. the sole exceptions are, like, three panels that live rent-free in my head. that's it.
uh. that went longer than i thought! hope that answered your question, and thank you so much for the ask! i'm so normal about him.
#kotor#cassus fett#answered asks#the beskar spear is also a whole-cloth invention by the hell server#well. by lee and i while i was writing dxun. and then it migrated.#anyway i'm insane about cassus and writing even more fic for him so this really came at the perfect time#actually my original cassus ship was cassus/canderous and that has just. left my orbit ENTIRELY.#even in my earlier stuff. like cassus lives aus (back when they were aus. i hate his ass) where he'd been in love w te ani'la. he ended up#having something with canderous#and it's SO funny looking back because now i'm just sighing and ignoring all of that. He Would Not Fucking Do That etc etc#he really has had a fascinating evolution as i've written him.
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KotOR 2 remake where Atton can follow you around the Hawk during downtime to antagonize you instead of you having to go to him for your downsizing.
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playing KOTOR and landing on Dxun
"are you sure this is the party you want?"
no, its NOT. but you wont LET ME select ATTON cause Kreia HATES him so now im stuck with BAO-DUR (i love Bao too but he's no Atton) and now you're RUBBING IT in my FACE
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"Play" 👀 emoji prompt for an anon that I accidentally deleted. So nonny, I hope you see this and ty for the excuse to write more Evony/Bao-Dur bc for him being an unromanceable companion from a 19-year old game, this relationship still has me in a chokehold.
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Evony's thoughts were in a whirl as the Ebon Hawk lifted off from Dxun. The ship yawed slightly, making Atton mutter a curse about the rear stabilizer before leveling out and burning sky.
If she thought getting away from Onderon would help her level out, though, she was mistaken. Kavar's words wouldn't stop echoing, and hours later, with everyone asleep, she found herself still with a racing mind and uneasy spirit. As was her habit in such times, she wandered through the main parts of the ship seeking a distraction, something to help settle her thoughts.
She found it, as usual, in the garage. Bao-Dur was once again working on the wiring that ran through one wall, focus consumed by the task.
"Want some help?" Evony asked. Tinkering or repair would be the perfect solution to her restlessness, but if he wanted to handle this alone, she could always find T3.
Bao-Dur paused, nudging up his welding goggles as he turned to look at her. "If you would like," he said with a nod. "I'm almost finished; just checking all the connections are sound before routing power back. A few were burned out in the ... excitement of our arrival."
She chuckled as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged and check the lower set of wiring. "You took care of that quickly."
"I needed the distraction while you were in Iziz," he said, a touch wry as he hung the soldering gun at his belt and flicked on the scanner to check the repairs.
"But you survived," she teased. The wires down here looked alright at first glance, but a closer look revealed a couple showing signs of strain.
"I did." The warmth of an almost-laugh colored the words.
"I'm glad." Evony double-checked there was no power flowing through the compromised wires before she set to work replacing them. "And glad you seem to be in better spirits." A large portion of the background tension and simmering anger she'd sensed in him since they arrived had faded.
Bao-Dur nodded, not looking away from his task. "Mostly thanks to not being... there any more."
She knew he didn't just mean Dxun, though she was also glad to be away from the humid jungle moon. And the bugs. "I figured. Our new companion isn't going to be a problem for you, is he?" She wasn't even sure why Mandalore had wanted to join her, but more help was a good thing. Usually.
"I'll be civil," Bao-Dur promised, and Evony believed him, even if he hadn't really answered her question and she could sense the banked embers of his anger toward the Mandalorians flare a little.
"Thank you," she said, plasma cutter sparking as she removed the damaged wire. "That's more than I get from some." The shared a chuckle at that. "But I also meant... in general, since Telos. You seem to be in a better frame of mind now than you were."
"Oh, that would be your doing."
The plasma cutter slipped. "Me?"
"Surely you've noticed, Evony," Bao-Dur said softly, glancing down. "Not just because of us. But just having you around has had an effect on me. I never noticed it... before. Though I suppose my thoughts were occupied."
It caught her off-guard and she fell back on half-joking. "Clearly, then, it's because I'm no longer wearing that boring Republic uniform."
He chuckled. "While I'll freely admit your new wardrobe is an improvement, that's really just a pleasant distraction."
Warmth tingled in her chest--and her face--and Evony had to steady her voice before she could ask, "Well, then, how do you mean?" Her gaze briefly met his before dropping back to her task.
"I'm..." he hesitated, searching for a word, and she could sense his uncertainty. "More in control. Calmer." He set the goggles back over his eyes and returned to work as well. "My anger may still be there, but I can feel it slipping away."
Evony bit her lip, a small mote of relief dancing through her chest. Good.
"It's defined so much of my life," Bao-Dur continued, voice low, but those embers stirred slightly. "No matter the source, it's been there; the Mandalorians, Czerka, Revan..."
It had the potential to hurt, but with how he'd trailed off, she had to ask. "And... what about me?"
He stopped soldering and went very still, his emotions a bright whirl she could sense without even trying.
She paused as well, hands resting in her lap. "I did give the order."
"Never," Bao-Dur said fiercely. He yanked the goggles down to dangle around his neck as he dropped to one knee so he could catch her eye. "Not once, General. It had to be done."
Her heart thudded a few extra-loud beats at his fervency, his use of her long-ago title, before Evony regained her composure. "Then the same is true for what you did," she said, quiet but firm.
He shook his head, gaze darting to the side. "My hands destroyed the Mandalorians. Caused countless deaths. I cannot be forgiven for that."
"Why not?" she retorted, cupping one hand to his jaw to make him look at her. "Bao-Dur, if my decision, my actions, were necessary, then so were yours," she added gently. "Following your logic, either we're both guilty or neither of us is."
Bao-Dur managed a weak smile, leaning ever so slightly into her touch. "Even if my contributions were made out of hatred for the Mandalorians?" he whispered. "Rather than anything so noble as Jedi ideals or ending the war to spare lives?"
Evony shifted, sitting on her calves to put them more or less at eye level. "I don't think that was your whole motivation. I may have... blocked some of the memories, but knowing you, you did it to protect. Maybe it was easier to not dwell on the cost with an enemy you hated, but I know you, Bao, and you are a shield. You put yourself in the path of harm to save others. stars know you've done it enough for me and the rest of our crew. Malachor was just... sacrificing something less physical." Though even that wasn't entirely true, she conceded, glancing at the soft glow of his cybernetic arm. "But you are a"--my--"protector."
"You have far too generous a view of me." He exhaled a wry laugh, withdrawing from her touch with a shake of his head. "I can't see it that way. I don't want to. There is blood on my hands I cannot ignore."
"No, there isn't," she hissed. She could feel his anger and his guilt, twining together like Dxun vines, and it made her ache with worry for him. It would eat him alive if he let it.
He seemed inclined to let it.
"There is no blood on your hands," she repeated emphatically. "Not beyond what your guilt has forced you to imagine."
"And what of you, General?" Bao-Dur fixed her with a keen, steady look. "I know you try to shoulder that weight, for making the decision, but either we're both guilty or neither of us is."
Evony almost cackled at him throwing her words back on her, but didn't want to wake anyone. Well played. "I suppose we'll just have to shoulder it together, then. Real or imagined."
"A burden shared is one halved? Isn't that the saying?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Something like that," she nodded, playing with a loose thread in her sleeve.
Bao-Dur studied her a moment longer. "I do... envy you, sometimes," he said softly.
You shouldn't, was the first thought to pop in her head, but Evony held it back in favor of "Why?"
"You seem to be handling this better than I could," he mumured.
"I wasn't," she admitted. "Not for a long time. I was adrift. Trying to hide myself where the ache of remembering couldn't find me."
He cocked his head. "What changed?"
"The Force... came back." That time wandering truly alone had been... Sometimes hellish. Sometimes a relief. And then the faint stirring current awakened on Peragus and- Evony briefly levitated and spun the plasma cutter before letting it drop back into her hand. "The stronger and deeper that connection gets, the more it helps me find balance."
Bao-Dur's eyes flickered with... something and he turned back to the disassembled wall. "When you talk about it like that, it almost makes me wish I had it for myself."
"You could." She blurted the words before she overthought and held it back. She'd sensed the potential not long after Telos, quiet and buried beneath his anger and guilt but undeniable.
He blinked at her, caught off-balance. "What?"
Evony reached out, lightly resting a hand on his chest. "I can feel the Force in you. Faint, untapped, but definitely there. Like Atton. Like Mira." She wrinkled her nose. "Even if she won't admit it yet."
"You can?" The words were rough, barely more than a whisper.
She nodded. "It can be a comfort, a source of strength and peace if you let it. And I can teach you, if you want, but..." She bit her lip, pressed her hand more firmly against his chest, until she could feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "You have to let go of your anger first, or it will destroy you."
The thought of it made her stomach knot and heart race; she would rather die than watch the vitriol he held toward the Mandalorians and Czerka consume him. She mentally reached for calm, soothing the concern-teetering-on-fear.
Bao-Dur held her gaze, his hand resting lightly on her elbow. "I think... I could manage that."
"Are you sure?" Evony whispered. "I don't want to watch you lose yourself to something that claimed too many of my friends."
He nodded. "With you, I feel I could do anything."
Long-ingrained, oft-repeated Jedi cautions against attachment, against possessiveness flitted through her mind, but she let them slide away and took his words at face value. Faith in her. Not a connection deeper than they should have, deep enough to be a problem.
"Alright." Evony settled back cross-legged and gestured for him to join her.
Bao-Dur mirrored her pose, so close their knees brushed. She held out her hands, palm up, and he gave her his with the barest pause to strip off his work glove. They were both warm, the metal of the cybernetic one seeming to hum as it rested against hers. Evony let herself be distracted for the briefest moment to trace her fingers across that palm before reining in her thoughts.
"Relax and focus on my voice," she murmured, just catching his nod as her eyes closed. She felt it when he relaxed, in both the Force and his light grip. "The Force can be your shield. It can bring comfort to salve your guilt."
With his guard down, Bao-Dur's presence was so bright this close. While Atton had been brighter, enough to sear or blind, this was soft, welcoming even with how strong it was. The potential in him shone like a beacon at her encouragement, but the coils of guilt and anger--so much anger--still pulsed around it.
"But it can also be twisted into something terrible," Evony continued, voice still low to keep this just for them. "That will destroy others and yourself."
He was so open to her, she felt she could reach in and soothe the guilt for him, douse the anger, chase away what had haunted him so long. But she knew from experience, to truly heal the hurt, he needed to do it. Confront it and let it go. She would help if he asked, but only then.
"Your anger fills you," she said softly. "It threatens to consume you, every time you think of Malachor."
His fingers twitched against her wrist and she understood. Malachor was a wound for them both. The moment something broke and set not-quite-right over the ensuing years. Maybe through facing the decade-old hurt they could finally heal. Together.
"You have to find a way to let it go." She opened herself so he could feel the calm flow of the Force inside her and draw from it. "Let the Force heal you, and protect you. Let it be the shield for you that you so often are for others."
Bao-Dur took a deep breath, his hand briefly tightening on hers. She felt the beginnings of struggle as he reached to follow her guiding, the stuttered flickering of that potential in him, the moment he found and latched on to her own connection to draw strength for his.
His hands were so warm as they rested against hers. The thought was a tether to reality as she 'watched' Bao-Dur's faint sense of the Force flare and grow. He wasn't using her as a conduit after the first few seconds; his connection stronger and steadier and washing away the anger and guilt.
They didn't entirely fade, but the strangling grasp they'd had on him was gone.
Evony was sure he could feel her relief at that development. She wasn't trying to stifle it.
His reaction was, as usual for him, restrained. A catch to his breathing, a few deeper breaths as the new level of awareness clicked into place.
"So this is... what you had--have--to draw on?" Bao-Dur murmured, blinking a few times as they both opened their eyes. His breathing was still uneven, hands twitching slightly atop hers.
"Mmhm." Evony nodded as she sat back. “It can be a bit of an ebb and flow. It took me a little while to… even out when my own connection reestablished. But if you work with it, if you’re open to it, it’s easier to align. And after you’re comfortable with it, the Force is a very useful thing to have.”
“Like a new limb?” he asked dryly.
She chuckled, fingers tracing his metal palm. “Very much like it, in fact.” She arched a brow at him. “You might have an advantage there.”
Bao-Dur half-smiled, cocking his head head as if listening to something. "That would be nice."
Evony let her fingers trace and trail the palm, fingers, back of his cybernetic hand a few moments more. "And you know I'm happy to help if you need it."
He nodded, rolling his shoulders as he shifted back and pushed to his feet. "Atton said it felt like having too much energy for your skin at first, and I see where he was coming from."
She accepted the hand up he offered. "Sounds about right. You learn to regulate the flow as you adjust. Part of being a Jedi is always learning, making changes for new knowledge. The Force is also good at... working with you, for lack of a better term." Aside from him and Atton, she'd never taught anyone about this, never had to explain how it worked. It just did. "It responds to your emotions and thoughts, what you want from it." She rested a hand on his arm. "That's why you needed to let go of your anger; it's such a strong emotion, it tends to overwhelm everything else. Even the best of intentions."
Bao-Dur chuckled. "Always three steps ahead and looking out for your people."
You more than any. Those were definitely un-Jedi thoughts. But it was late, and they were true, so Evony let them linger for now. They keep saying I'm no longer a Jedi, anyway.... "Whenever I can." She cleared her throat, remembering their original task, and gestured vaguely toward the wall. "Are we done? Is this all good? I don't want to traipse off and leave you with more work."
He shook his head slightly, one corner of his mouth tipping upward. "You better than anyone know I enjoy this sort of work. However..." He checked the wires she'd repaired with the scanner, seeming unsurprised when it flickered confirming white. "We do appear to be finished. I'll route power back..."
"Before you go-" Evony gave his arm a light squeeze, then reached her other hand toward the workbench across the garage, calling the dualblade lightsaber hilt to her hand. While she hadn't had time to tinker with any of the new acquisitions from Dxun, she'd at least peeked at the innards of the scavenged lightsabers to confirm they were decent and unbroken. "To help you feel the part a little more." She offered it to him. "This'll be the easiest adjustment from your war-blade. If you want it," she added hastily, picking on the current of uncertainty from him.
While he did hesitate a beat longer, Bao-Dur reach out and took the lightsaber hilt. "It's hard to deny how effective they are," he said. "After watching you and Atton decimate anything stupid enough to get in our way."
Evony laughed, only just remembering to keep it quiet, and even as she opened her mouth to point out the ignition switch, he thumbed it on. Should've know he'd figure out anything even slightly tech in a heartbeat, she thought as the pale blue blades hummed to life. "You can change the color and other crystals if you want."
He nodded, gaze still on the lightsaber quietly humming in his grasp. "This... feels right, though. At least for now." He shut it down and met her gaze as he clipped the hilt to his belt. "Thank you."
She smiled. "You're welcome." She felt much more centered. Calmer. Her concerns over what Kavar revealed were settled, at least in part. "And thank you." She cocked her head toward the wall. "For letting me help."
Bao-Dur matched her smile. "Any time you need." He caught her wrist as she started to leave, tugged her back to brush the fainst kiss to her temple. "Rest well, General."
Evony chuckled and didn't correct him. "I will."
She could feel the current of the Force that bonded them now as they went their separate ways, and was fairly confident she could keep that promise.
#queens fic#eyes emoji prompts#evony xara#bao dur#kotor 2#knights of the old republic 2#jedi exile#exile/bao dur#evony/bao dur#i have many many thoughts about how i always seem to make bao-dur a jedi on dxun#part of it's just the order i tend to do the planets#but it fits thematically for him SO WELL#i also have THOUGHTS about when you come back to onderon#bc evony took atton and kreia to the palace and set bao to the temple with mira and visas#MANY THOUGHTS#feel free to ask me about them 👉👈
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A teaser for my next animation lol (which is finished and will be uploaded on April 19th)
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you really had to be there (the mandalorian wars)
#it's kinda ridiculous how much i don't care about the mandalorians in contemporary star wars but in kotor they fascinate me#dxun was SO good thank you kotor 2!!!!!!!!!!#i just never got super hooked on the new tv stuff (andor is the exception) so the kind of mandalorianverse holds little appeal#i'm glad it exists for the people that like it. but i might need to restart kotor and hang with canderous
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Tari ending up adopted into Clan Ordo would be so deeply funny, especially in a hypothetical AU wherein she got thrown almost 4000 years into the future to the time of the Clone Wars
#v: Sleeping Mando of Dxun#funny might not be the right word I'm looking for#but it's the only one I can think of so
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If Obi-Wan were prone to dramatics, he might wish to be on a battlefield instead of PR’s attempt to drum up war support from the public.
“I forgot to tell Waxer to check the supply line order before sending it out—“
So does Cody, if he had to guess.
“Turn that frown upside down, Commander,” the photographer says cheerfully and continues to click away, equally as cheerfully.
Cody does something to his face Obi-Wan theorizes must approximate a smile under torture.
“On second thought,” the photographer paddles back airily, “a serious look is just as appropriate!”
Cody’s face falls into its usual expression with the additional pain of PR responsibilities.
“General,” he gnashes out between his teeth, “the supply line order is incomplete and we’ve officially just lost the chance to do it. We’re going to be out of DC15 chargers in another month and I have to stand here—.”
“B3,” Obi-Wan interrupts before Cody can spiral further.
Cody halts in entirety, stare boring into the camera and making the photographer start to sweat. “…B2.”
Obi-Wan hides his too pleased smile behind a hand. “I told Waxer to check the supply line order. The order status is complete and languishes through the many hindrances of bureaucracy as we speak. C3.”
“A3,” Cody shoots back immediately. And narrows his eyes. “Did you finish signing off on the battle plans for Dxun V this morning? I know you wanted to reread the exfil plans—“
“Commander, look here!”
“— and we need to get them to the admiralty today if we want any hope of meeting the timeline.”
“Gentlemen, serious, not angry! Or like a stunned tooka, General.”
Obi-Wan has, in fact, forgotten about the signature entirely, the blank line getting buried underneath all the other pressing minutiae somehow necessary to run a systems army. He waves at the photographer, polite smile in place. “If I might suggest a pose? Is that appropriate? I do not intend to undermine your professional experience.“ He gets an enthusiastic nod in response. “I hold this here data pad and act like I am signing important documents. Like so? Splendid.” He turns back to Cody. “Of course I have. A1.”
Cody visibly chooses not to comment and Obi-Wan smiles brightly at him. Cody shakes himself out of his thoughts after less than a second. “We are allowed our pads? I’m getting mine.” He pauses, sly eyes creased in humor. “Also, C1. I win.”
Obi-Wan can feel his smile growing even more.
“Gentlemen!”

in cohorts with @adiduck on this one
#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#star wars#star wars the clone wars#my art#GQ Coruscant strikes again#courtesy of Adi and me playing tic-tac-toe#frostbitebakery art
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